My wife, Chrystia, and I watched live television as the Notre Dame Cathedral burned. I couldn’t help but cry. For me and millions of others, the cathedral is special. I was a college sophomore in 1966 when I disembarked with 39 classmates from a trans-Atlantic voyage on the SS United States, arriving in Paris soon after for lunch, awaiting another train to Innsbruck for a year abroad at the university there.
By Andrew Fedynsky6 Mins Read